Lost
Am I more than a pretty face? More than a body you crave? Do you long for the quiet embrace of my arms as much as the claiming of my physical form? I admonish my mind for taking this path but, My demons will not be silenced. When my body has been bared of all mystery... Every inch of me conquered and the luster of the new wears... Will your need for me, Your use for me in your life, wane? Each new line on my skin pulls me farther from the beauty you adore. The mere thought of watching your need fade, Feels like slowly being bled of air... terminal suffocation. Your love, your need for me is my oxygen. Without them, without you, I am lost.